Resent, Reject, Regret Chapter 602

Why Is He So Important?

"Either you jump, or your family business is wiped out of the face of this city. Your call,” Brendan
sneered. He pulled Deirdre even closer in his arms and smirked. “I bet someone who knows I'm a
Brighthall would also know who I am, right? I can destroy a small-fry company with a snap of my finger,
so maybe don't try my patience.”

"N-No, Mr. Brighthall! No!” Zinerva pleaded, alarmed.

Deirdre had almost died just now because nobody helped. Judging by Brendan's tone, nobody would
dare to even rescue

Zinerva unless he allowed them to! "I can't swim, Mr. Brighthall- I'll die if I go down there! Please, show
some mercy! It was just an accident!"

Brendan's tone was as frigid as permafrost. ‘Three. Two."

Zinerva’s lips trembled. Everything she had worked hard for-her image, her reputation, everything-was
going to ruins. If news of this got out... she would become the joke of the circle. She could kiss her
dream of becoming a socialite goodbye!

But Brendan would punish her family's company if she refused to jump!

Zinerva had never been so devastated by regret in her life. Then, before Brendan counted to one—she
took the leap, nerves frazzled.

The splash she made caused laughter to erupt from the bystanders. She flailed, struggling to keep
herself afloat, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help me! Help me, Joan! Joan Wood!"

Malice colored Joan's eyes. This idiot tried to rat her out at this hour!?



"Joan Wood, huh?" Brendan narrowed his eyes. What a familiar name. It suddenly occurred to him that
this was the name Declan had mentioned in their call earlier. While Ronan’s drunken intrusion into the
women's washroom was made to look like an accident, Brendan later learned that someone had told
him where the washroom was in the first place.

That someone? Joan Wood.

One could call it a coincidence if it happened once. But the fact that she was here when the second
incident was happening? Brendan's expression darkened.

Deirdre should not be outside any minute longer. Drawing her into his arms, they left under the
commotion Zinerva’s shrieks made. The staff only dared to rescue her after Brendan vanished from
sight. By that point, the young woman had lost at least five years out of her life to trauma. All she could
do was sob.

Joan disappeared into the crowd, quietly shaken by the look on Brendan's face.

The first thing Brendan did after they returned to the hotel was to kick the bathroom door open and fill
the tub with hot water. He then quickly moved to undress Deirdre, who snapped back to her senses as
soon as he removed the first button.

“I can do it myself!"

She pressed her clothes against her chest as hard as she could, obviously not letting the man sneak
even an inch of a peek. He could only look away and murmur, “Be careful not to slip. There’s a clean
towel on the rack... Excuse me."

Deirdre waited until he was gone to remove her wet clothes and submerge herself into the welcoming
embrace of a warm bath.



When she was finally feeling better, she climbed out, put on a bathrobe, and stepped out of the
bathroom.

Brendan was checking on phone models on the balcony to no avail. He heard the bathroom door
opening and strode in from the balcony.

"Any sign of discomfort?”

She shook her head. "I'm feeling better."

Worry was practically scrawling all over Brendan's features, yet he had to harden his tone to suit his
role. "Speak up if you feel under the weather, so we can at least get you a doctor as soon as possible.
The last thing I want is for you to be in anything less than perfect health when we visit the Kings
tomorrow. Don't embarrass me."

"I won't.” The corner of Deirdre’s lips twitched. "About my phone...”

"I'll have someone repair it. Don't worry."

She felt her heart finally at ease.

A pang of glum shot into Brendan's chest. The only thing she seemed to have cared about ever since
she had returned to her room was that phone. It was as if her entire heart and soul were in there. She
could not live without it.

Kyran was important to her, but... why was he this important?

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